Got milk?

I do: fresh and warm from the udder.  Rain (that’s the goat’s name) was nervous, but she didn’t kick.  I didn’t completely milk her out because I thought I’d milk her again tonight.  Because I do not yet have a good, stainless steel bucket, I didn’t keep the milk for myself.  Gave it to the cats and dogs.  They enjoy it.

Pictures later, I promise!  I’ve got time now! And daylight!